Author Emily Dickinson Delight becomes pictorial When viewed through pain,-- More fair, because impossible That any gain. The mountaln at a given distance In amber lies; Approached, the amber flits a little,-- And that's the skies! Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments